I [M] am a massage therapist and love it when my recurring clients [F] start to build sexual tension, PT 6

Welcome back everyone! A quick summary, then we’ll get right into it.

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We left off part 5 about two hours into Sarah’s appointment. We spent the first thirty minutes catching up and chatting, then the next hour giving her a full body massage, working in plenty of teasing and breathwork to slowly ramp up her desire. The last thirty minutes were spent bringing her slowly and steadily to a very drawn out and long lasting clitoral orgasm.

After coming down from her orgasm, the mood in the room turned very intimate, and I now found myself sitting in a “yab yum” position on the floor, Sarah’s naked body in my arms, her bare chest falling into me, her legs wrapped around me, the heat of her pussy pressing downwards into my hardness, separated only by my thin and loose pants. Her head was resting on my shoulder, her face pressed to the side of my neck, sighing lightly as I stroked my fingers gently up and down her spine.

I was in a pretty weird headspace. I had been in this exact position several times before, but it was always with someone I was actively dating or sleeping with, not a massage client. Regardless of my own personal rules and mental boundaries I had put up to try and rationalize this as a service I was providing, I was still feeling a strong emotional and sexual connection towards Sarah. I did my best to just let that feeling be, and focused as much attention on caring for her as possible.

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After a few more minutes of quietly sitting cross legged on the soft rug covering the floor and holding Sarah, she raised her head from its resting spot on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. Sliding her own hands up my back and interlocking her fingers behind my neck, she looked me in the eyes, licked her lips, then softly spoke, “Okay … I’m ready again.”

I asked “Do you want to continue the yoni massage, wind down with more body work, or any other preferences?”

She thought for a moment, then responded “Honestly I really want to try and have another orgasm …” hesitating for a moment, she then continued “I know you said you want to keep this as a one way kind of thing directed towards me … but is there, maybe, any way … any way that we could keep this closeness between us?”

I wasn’t quite sure if she was referring to the physical closeness of our bodies, or whether she was also feeling this new sense of intimacy and connection. I asked her if she had something specific in mind, and she shook her head and looked down shyly. It took her a few seconds to speak.

“I don’t know, I guess this just feels a lot more … sensual, than last time. Like this time I feel a lot safer and have this desire to just be as close as possible to you. Honestly maybe I’m just really horny and I know you have your limits, but part of me feels selfish and just wants to kiss you and please you and get you off as well.”

Now it was my turn to blush and feel flustered. There was definitely a part of my caveman brain that wanted nothing more than to slip my pants down, slide my hardness into her, take control of her, kiss her … safe to say I’m sure she felt me throbbing beneath her while I thought about what to say. Well, I know she felt me, because she slowly started to grind into me, pulling me closer and closer into her.

Still at somewhat of a mental crossroads, she leaned in, most likely to kiss me. Honestly, I probably would have reciprocated if she kissed me on the lips, but at the last minute she turned her head and kissed my neck. Her lips softly landing just below my ear sent a shiver down my spine and I involuntarily groaned, almost shocking me back into reality.

She pulled away and looked up at me, the look on her face seeking approval to keep going or escalate. Finally I responded to her, saying “As much as I want to, I still don’t feel comfortable being on the receiving end, at least not here.”

She nodded her head, listening intently and rubbing her thumbs in small circles on the back of my neck as I continued “let me think about it a bit more though. For today let’s just finish up by focusing on you again.”

She smiled and nodded her head, but I could see some potential disappointment in her eyes. I leaned my head in towards hers though, moved one of my hands from her back to her chin, tilted her head up towards mine, and whispered “But since I’ve already kissed most of your body …”

My lips met hers. My hand slipped around from her chin to the back of her neck. Her lips tasted sweet. They were soft, warm, and welcoming. She moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss, my hand on her back slowly drifting down and grabbing her butt. She resumed grinding into me as her tongue delicately brushed against me, just testing the waters.

I leaned my body forward, pushing her backwards onto her back as I reciprocated, our tongues now dancing together in between kisses. Her legs unraveled their clasp around my lower back and spread wide on either side of me. Propped up on my knees and elbows above her, I gently rolled to her left. Her hands once again intertwined behind my neck.

My left hand stayed on the back of her neck, slowly massaging the back of her skull. My right hand was now free to roam up and down her body as we kissed, stroking her collarbones, tucking her hair behind her ears, trailing over her breasts, my fingers dancing in small circles around her soft and toned belly. I brushed my fingers through her soft pubic hair as she thrust her hips upwards.

This time, there was hardly any teasing. She bit down hard on my lower lip and moaned as my index and middle finger slid over her clit, gliding through her silky wetness, effortlessly penetrating her to the base of my fingers. Before I could even begin to move my fingers, she took control, grinding down into my fingers, moving her hips in small circles so I was rubbing up into her G-spot. Looking back on it, this really wasn’t a massage any more. This wasn’t even really a tantric experience. It was simply lust taking over – it felt powerful and connecting – I guess the result of such intimate sexual energy.

She was moaning now more than kissing, despite our lips still being pressed together. Slowly I started to take control, her hips coming to a rest and her body becoming more relaxed as we settled into a steady rhythm. She responded really strongly to more circular motions of my fingers around her g-spot, rather than the more typical curling/pulling motion. The circular motion of my fingers allowed me to press the heel of my palm into her clit, almost pushing her down into the floor.

I could feel her walls squeezing around my fingers tighter and tighter as we continued. Several minutes passed by, her moans steadily ramping up. At some point her hands left my neck, one grasping onto my wrist between her thighs, the other finding my hand behind her, pulling it above her. I had her almost pinned down into the floor, one hand held above her head, exposing her body beautifully below me.

As I continued to finger her and rub her clit, I guided her back into some deep breathing. She had the sexiest look on her face of pure desire, following along with my instructions to take deep slow breaths in and out, punctured by moans and whimpers. At the top of one of her breaths, I bent down further and kissed her neck fairly hard, eliciting a loud “fuck” moan in response.

She continued to get wetter, the sound of my fingers moving within her now audible. Seeing as I had already broken my mental rule about not kissing her lips, I suddenly moved my head down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, softly swirling my tongue around it. She loudly said “oh my god … fuck … yes” in response to this, and moved her hand on my wrist onto the back of my head.

She interlaced her fingers in my hair and pulled softly. I personally love a little bit of pain and pleasure mixed together, so this felt heavenly. I kissed and sucked on her nipples, alternating every few seconds, for another couple of minutes. I felt her contracting more and more around my fingers, and from her breathing and shortening, high pitched moans could tell she was getting close.

Still wanting to maintain some element of a massage or “tantric” experience, I quickly separated contact, sliding my fingers out of her and pulling my head away. She immediately whimpered and looked at me with desperate eyes, her legs instinctually curling up towards her chest. Before she could say anything I kissed her again, then slipped my body between her legs, spreading her thighs around my waist as I sat cross legged between her.

I propped her hips up into my lap, slid my hands from her knees up towards her waist, then reguided her breathing. My hands traveled up and down her inner thighs with each inhale and exhale. She wordlessly followed along, her face and neck flushed red, her breasts rising and falling, her pussy spread open and throbbing softly. She fluttered her eyes closed on the third or fourth breath, and her body felt somewhat still and relaxed again.

The sexual energy was still strong, the heat between us palpable. On her next inhale, my hands crept higher and higher, my thumbs sliding closer and closer to her opening. At the peak of her inhale just as I instructed her to hold her breath, both my thumbs slid into her. I made small circles with my thumbs inside of her, pushing gently to each side, spreading her more open.

(As an aside, if you’re going to try this only do so when your partner is fully turned on and relaxed and very wet)

I gently massaged her internally, exploring the crevices and ridges of her walls. As my thumbs pushed more upwards, applying some pressure to her g-spot, her lower back arched off the ground, her hips lifting upwards. She opened her eyes again and looked at me intensely, simply nodding her head. I guided her verbally through some awareness breathing, instructing her to feel my fingers, feel the warmth and energy radiating through her yoni, to feel as my fingers moved slowly inside of her.

She continued to breathe steadily for a few minutes as I continued to explore and massage her, eventually adjusting so my right index and middle finger returned to making small circles around her g-spot. My left hand rested at the top of her mons, pulling up slightly and pushing into her lower abdomen, my left thumb massaging slowly back and forth over her clit.

In this position, stimulating both her g-spot and clit, it wasn’t long before her moans returned in full force. Within a minute, her walls were constricting around my fingers and her back was arching off the floor, applying more and more pressure onto my fingers. Both of her hands locked onto my left wrist, squeezing it hard as her breathing fractured into short bursts. She struggled to maintain a steady rhythm, her moans getting breathier and more fragmented as well.

As her orgasm rose and rose, her eyes clenched tightly. I held a steady pace, carrying her through another long orgasm. This one seemed to build and build but never crest. After maybe 90 seconds of her writhing and repeatedly announcing “oh fuck … I’m cumming”, she released her grip on my wrists and threw her arms upwards, her breasts rippling with the quick motion. I slowed my stroking and circling to a stop, leaving my fingers inside of her but brushing my left hand up and down her belly.

Her body went limp, and she opened her eyes and said “fuck that felt so good.” Her pussy continued almost in small aftershocks to squeeze around my fingers. I started to pull them out, but she quickly said, “no please, leave them in. It feels so nice.”

She sighed again, her body occasionally convulsing softly or quivering, then started giggling. I smiled in response to her cute laugh, and she said “sorry I don’t know why I’m laughing – everything just feels so good.”

She sat up a little, propping her chest off the floor with her left arm, her right reaching around my neck and pulling me back down with her. My fingers slipped out of her causing her to whimper again, and as I laid beside her and she wrapped her body onto my shoulder, asked if we could just lay there for a while and she could be held, adding with a kiss on my cheek “and honestly it would feel so good if you could leave your fingers inside of me. If that’s weird, no worries.”

I pulled her onto me a little more and propped one of her legs across my body at a 90 degree angle, then reached over her petite butt and slid two fingers into her from behind. Despite being somewhat of an awkward angle, I was able to find a comfortable position. We laid still, just breathing together. I don’t really know how much time passed. I didn’t fall asleep, but it was one of those states of being where time doesn’t feel real, and everything is a warm, soft bliss.

Eventually she stirred, rolling her head from side to side and kissing me again. We talked for a little bit, mostly just checking in on how we both were feeling. I’ll spare the details of the conversation for length’s sake, but we both agreed we felt okay with what had happened, and she still felt happy and willing and not pressured by anything.

She wanted to pay me more for the extra time, but I told her I wasn’t really comfortable accepting anything beyond the studio fee. We also talked about boundaries, and I expressed that I still didn’t want to be on the receiving end of anything, at least not during one of our sessions/appointments. She was okay with both, but told me if I changed my mind she was more than happy for either, adding that she didn’t want any form of relationship, but was having fun and wouldn’t mind more. She also said that she wouldn’t mind hanging out outside of our massage sessions as friends or “something like that”, to get to know each other more.

Finally, to end our conversation, she said that she had told one of her friends about her experience with me, but hadn’t said who I was or where I worked. She told me her friend was a yoga instructor and during their more sexual conversations had always expressed an interest in tantric massage.

She apologized if telling her about our experience had crossed any boundaries, but I assured her that it was okay, as long as she trusted her. She then told me “when I told her, she told me it sounded hot as fuck, and almost begged me to tell me how to make an appointment. I promised her I would ask … so that’s what I’m doing now. I guess asking if you want another client?”

She smiled her cute little mischievous grin, giggled, kissed me quickly and finished “Someone who knows what you’re capable of?”

I smiled in response and laughed slightly at her remark, but told her I would think about it and text her later that night. Deep down I knew I was excited at the possibility of expanding and doing this with others, but was at least responsible enough to pretend like I would think about it more.

She slowly got dressed as I cleaned up the studio, an easy and fun conversation flowing between us. She waited for me to lock up as we both walked out, and after giving her one last hug at her car I made the short walk back to my apartment.

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Okay! That’s part 6 – hope you all enjoyed. I’d be interested to know what you all would like to hear next – I do end up meeting Sarah’s friend, and can go into that storyline, but I also do end up meeting up with Sarah for a coffee date and can continue with how our “relationship” is going.

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